Lukas' face scrunched in displeasure.
"Stop calling me that."
"Not until you give me the report and my compensation, mister scammer," I goaded.
It made him click his tongue as he was annoyed.
"Tch."
"You know, you are not just an arsonist but also a swindler." Covering the smile that was plastered on my lips, I continued to taunt him. "My, your grace, you sure have a lot of professions. Are you aiming to be a crime lord or what?"
Lukas wasn't riled or anything. He regarded me lazily with those playful eyes of his.
"You are really getting braver, little cat," he said.
"No, I am just worried for you because I am your friend. Friends help their friends get into the right path."
"A friend, huh?"
"Yes, friends," I blinked in his direction, "We're friends, right? So one more privilege of being a friend is that I can talk casually to you."
"No, you're just being shameless," he rebuked.
"Look who's talking!"